went to AMK hair inn to cut hair today. another hard selling salon. don like the way they handle my hair and mislead me to paying more. but hack.
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havent been to AMK for quite sometime.
took bus 159 back home. tts the bus i always take during poly days to and fro home. fast~ abt 20 min to reach NYP and another 5 mins to AMK.
this is also the bus that we always take, during my first job at BSI, which is at ulu sami tagore lane (near thomson).
i still remmeber the long walk from office building to the busstop will take abt 10 mins. wtf. and i have to change bus at AMK in order to rch tt bus stop. dunno why i so diligent last time.
dont quite remember what was he doing back then. was he already working or?
think still in national service. cos i remmeber after he came back from his india trip, he came with a stalk of rose for me. .
smtimes he will come from camp/home to pick me up from office, then send me back and we will usually take 159..
back then, we were so broke, he wasnt working and i was only earning 1,500 every mth. we don have the luxury to pig out. once in a while crystal jade is good enuff. no car to ferry me everywhere.
sometimes he will pop by at SIM, buy me dinner. buy my friends dinner. do u remmeber kailin? hahah the cheeseburger.
we were so happy. so contented. so simple.
it been years, and somemore my brain buried these lovely memory deep inside.
how could i.
hw could i let this man down.
why do all this have to come at the wrong time. why make me choose.
i couldnt stop crying when i was sitting on that bus. alone.
i hope i didnt scare anyone. haha..
